“Old Man”

Long Sijue was leading the party, and his height of six feet three inches made him seem like a supermodel who had just walked out of a fashion magazine. His deep and enchanting eyes, straight nose bridge, thin but sexy lips, and strong and firm chin formed a handsome face that would drive all women on earth crazy.

Everyone in the shop was stunned. They had never seen such a handsome and noble-like man, who also emanated a devilishly charming aura t the same time. It was as though everything in the world existed just to serve as a contrast to his good looks.

Qiao Yiren who was sitting on the couch had already fixed her gaze on him, and she lowered her propped-up leg without being aware of it.

She was somewhat nervous as she touched her long hair that dangled before her chest. She was also a little anxious about her attire, as she was worried that she had not dressed up well enough to attract this man's attention.